Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.